Ants
This is a poem I really like that I recorded in my Journal from 1978. It was written by a boy in fifth grade in 1965.
Ants
by Larry Smee
An ant is an insect you can hardly see,
But he works much harder than you and me.
To find a creature who earns his worth,
Don't look for a factory, look at the earth.
The nearest anthill is a place of motion,
Everyone works like he's up for promotion.
Under the hill ants live in the nest,
But I often wonder if they ever use it to rest.
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